She loved the sound of a thick fluffy snowfall.
Rather she loved the lack of sound. While others would relax to a fire crackling or a rainstorm she much preferred the soothing effect of stillness.
The idea of drowning out your own thoughts gave her far more anxiety than confronting them head on.
She did not enjoy the company of others and their incessant need to fill the silence.
Whether it be with inane noises or their own blathering voices, both were equally loathsome.
Sometimes she liked to imagine she was trapped inside of her own snow globe.
Separated from the world in that perfect calm.
Even when chaos exuded with the shake of an insignificant shift.
The snow always fell and it was calming in that chaos.
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